#1969

there is nothing like

summers picking strawberries

to put you off them

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Written for the June Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, strawberry.

#1968 (#219)

summer holidays

time to binge-read in the shade

let time fade away

#1967

the purest moment

a wave of strawberry juice

eyes closed to focus

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Written for the June Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, strawberry.

#1966 (#218)

always looking for 

an angle and the breakthrough

trequartista brain

#1965

strawberry flowers

morph slowly into a fruit

gone in a swallow

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Written for the June Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Summer season word, strawberry.

#1964 (#217)

all the old plants

speak of how they arrived here

archaeophyte lore

#1963

my last house are you?

the horizon, river, hills…

seems to me good that

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From words on page 29 (ish) of Hilda and the Midnight Giant by Luke Pearson (Flying Eye Books, 2016/2011).